Tasras gives the elf a bored stare as he snorts and moves off of the counterm his tail twitching as he crosses his arms. "I meant no insult. Simply that you fancy types have never been worth much in a fight with my few experiences with them. Though you can be different, guess we can only wait and see." Despite the fact he was clearly dressed like the barbarain tribes of the north he clearly was rather well spoken despitenhis disdain for fancy talk.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Noding his respect to Tasras... Tarvis turns to Shadow says... "lets go..." Paying his bill he leaves the tavern heading towards the town square to collect a quest. On the way out the door he asks... "you coming diavolo"... (Demon in elvish wich is from now on Tarvis nick name for Tasras)...
Beetlejuice, a paladin who is slowly being corrupted by some fiends pact magic, over heard the conversation “I heard there is strange things brewing in the swamp. Mind if I come along, I feel drawn to forces there.”
Travis leans over to his two companions and explanes..." I dont care if he a acompanies us my personal opinion is that his corruption could turn to a problem... But up to you..." With that he turns to beetle juice and does a insight... Investegation... And perception... Check. Then walks away.
OCC: Dijong007 do you need to roll for your insight check? Also does everyone have character sheets made?
"This one has served as a scout for a warlord in a far away land. One night his fortress was attacked and very few survived. Now this one works as a mercenary traveling from place to place. What about you friend? What is your story? This one is curious..." Shadow says eyeing Travis in a inquisitive manor.
Travis responds in a voice misty with remebrance and regret... "I was born to a happy family... But tragedy struck... Orphaned the local baron put me in his ward for homeless children... I was always an outsider... Very few friends... On our 16 birthdays we were to be chosen by a trade master... I was passed over by all... Doomed to be a farmer... Through a series of advents... I was accepted as the pupil to the kings formost elite royal ranger... Halt... In the next few years i was taught how to become a shadow... The trade of mapping... How to ride... I became a part of a group... Something that mattered. I got my silver oakleaf and my own fief to protect... Due to my conections (saving a nobles daughter) i got aruelian fief right in the capital... Thus my high level of speach etc... It was only last year i had to make a decision to either save my people or the capital... I chose the people... The king could not by law let me go unpunished... So he gave me a days head start to leave and never come back...
But alas i talk too much tell me... Have you seen much true full out battle...
I have seen my fair share of battle growing up in the keep and training with the temple paladins. My problem was a beautiful warlock sought shelter with my lord and he granted it. Over time I got to know her and we fell in love. However, the closer we because somehow, and I’m not sure if she had anything to do with it or not, I could feel her dark pack magic slowly inside me. I also noticed strange things going on around the keep and the temple so I started questioning them. I believe the magic was slowly effecting everyone but as I questioned it they did not like that and kicked me out calling me a heretic. I vowed to return and straighten things out but until then i must find the fiend of the dark magic and end it. To this swamp it seems to drawn me.
Tarvis looks back in semi suprise... "Your still here... Ok... Well i wasnt really asking you but now that youve join our conversation i must ask... Do draw and control power from your dark pack or does it draw and control..."
“So far it is just a feeling. It does feel like I can draw upon it if I have to, but it really has not surfaced as of yet. I do feel as though if I tried hard enough I could bend it to my will but I haven’t given in yet. It is a fine line how I would tap the power and still follow my paladin ways, but I’m confident I can do both when necessary.”
Tasras seems to be rather unmoved by the stories of the others, simply oreturning to the bar and ordering yet another mug of ale. He nursed this one istead of downing it as it seems they would be here for a while longer. "Is this what passes as tales of valor among those that dwell in cities? By the gods how do any pf you hope to join your ancestors in the glorious afterlife!?" This time acter he finishes speaking he downs his ale once more.
"From the time I was old enough to hold a dagger I was taught to hunt, track, fight, and kill. My tribe was small so we learned from the wolf and always moved in hunting groups. The strongest amognst us were as the lone wolves as they were able to do by themselves what would normally take two to three of us. I was one of these great few as my father and his father's and his father. For each act of glory we do a makring his given to show this. For my young ge you can easily see I have many." He held his arms forward to show this, some of the tattoos having strange writings while others showed clear if crudely made depictions of a horned person impaling a bear with a spear or another of the same figure shooting a large wolf with a bow. The most expansive one was one that began on his shoulder and ended near his elbow, looking almost like a timeline of events.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
OOC: Characters roll their own checks, I have no clue what your modifiers are unless you provide me with a sheet.
The elf and his party find themselves in Symon Square, a small market set up amongst a few of the local's shacks. It is here where a variety of imported goods may be purchased, chiefly food and other provisions necessary for day-to-day living. In the center of the market is a gathering place of sorts, where people come together to discuss news from the surrounding areas and where adventurers congregate looking to form bands to head out into the Mire.
Shirin stares around in wonder at the swamp as a tiny boat pulls to the dock allowing him to hop off, tossing a few coins to the person who brought him here. Pausing to take out a thin band of cloth and tying it across his eyes, he could see but the band served its purpose. He started on a quick walk looking around at the city and all the people around him, he quickly found himself in the middle of a market place. Spending a few coins to get a nice warm snack to eat on as he wanders around. He was a average looking human, with long black hair and facial features from a distant land. His long robes were Eastern in nature and a very clean white, that showed it was well cared for.
After Tasras enlightening little story... Travis in a small amount of anoiance turns to him saying... "Look your no longer in your regional tribal primate climate... We dont all learn by killing and watching nature... Some of us try to enjoy life... Earlier i was trying to make an olive branch... But now... Listen up if your not gonna stop bemoning the fact that we are not all headstrong fools like you... That we want to pick up a quest for extra money on the way... Then you can go as you say... Be one of the greats... A lone wolf and leave us in semi peace..."
Thus saying Tarvis looks for a quest board... If there are none than looks for a merchant or herbalist type of person.
Beetlejuice wanders around the market a bit, already have his weapons and armor, some rations and basic equipment for the journey, he joins Travis in looking for a quest board.
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Shadows ears perkup. "Actually... Let's stop by the camp. Might as well get some coin for this work. A guide wouldn't be the worset thing either."
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Tasras gives the elf a bored stare as he snorts and moves off of the counterm his tail twitching as he crosses his arms. "I meant no insult. Simply that you fancy types have never been worth much in a fight with my few experiences with them. Though you can be different, guess we can only wait and see." Despite the fact he was clearly dressed like the barbarain tribes of the north he clearly was rather well spoken despitenhis disdain for fancy talk.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Noding his respect to Tasras... Tarvis turns to Shadow says... "lets go..." Paying his bill he leaves the tavern heading towards the town square to collect a quest. On the way out the door he asks... "you coming diavolo"... (Demon in elvish wich is from now on Tarvis nick name for Tasras)...
Travis turns leaving the tavern heading towards the town square to pick up a quest... In his silence there is an invitation to join him.
Shadow nods and follows Trarvis.
Koda Kalashtar Samurai Eberron - The lost Laboratories
Dozaka goes along with the others.
Beetlejuice, a paladin who is slowly being corrupted by some fiends pact magic, over heard the conversation “I heard there is strange things brewing in the swamp. Mind if I come along, I feel drawn to forces there.”
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Travis leans over to his two companions and explanes..." I dont care if he a acompanies us my personal opinion is that his corruption could turn to a problem... But up to you..." With that he turns to beetle juice and does a insight... Investegation... And perception... Check. Then walks away.
On his way if shadow follows Travis does a more formal introduction and asks shadow to tell him about his life...
OCC: Dijong007 do you need to roll for your insight check? Also does everyone have character sheets made?
"This one has served as a scout for a warlord in a far away land. One night his fortress was attacked and very few survived. Now this one works as a mercenary traveling from place to place. What about you friend? What is your story? This one is curious..." Shadow says eyeing Travis in a inquisitive manor.
Koda Kalashtar Samurai Eberron - The lost Laboratories
Occ Well i asume the dm does the rolling...
Travis responds in a voice misty with remebrance and regret... "I was born to a happy family... But tragedy struck... Orphaned the local baron put me in his ward for homeless children... I was always an outsider... Very few friends... On our 16 birthdays we were to be chosen by a trade master... I was passed over by all... Doomed to be a farmer... Through a series of advents... I was accepted as the pupil to the kings formost elite royal ranger... Halt... In the next few years i was taught how to become a shadow... The trade of mapping... How to ride... I became a part of a group... Something that mattered. I got my silver oakleaf and my own fief to protect... Due to my conections (saving a nobles daughter) i got aruelian fief right in the capital... Thus my high level of speach etc... It was only last year i had to make a decision to either save my people or the capital... I chose the people... The king could not by law let me go unpunished... So he gave me a days head start to leave and never come back...
But alas i talk too much tell me... Have you seen much true full out battle...
I have seen my fair share of battle growing up in the keep and training with the temple paladins. My problem was a beautiful warlock sought shelter with my lord and he granted it. Over time I got to know her and we fell in love. However, the closer we because somehow, and I’m not sure if she had anything to do with it or not, I could feel her dark pack magic slowly inside me. I also noticed strange things going on around the keep and the temple so I started questioning them. I believe the magic was slowly effecting everyone but as I questioned it they did not like that and kicked me out calling me a heretic. I vowed to return and straighten things out but until then i must find the fiend of the dark magic and end it. To this swamp it seems to drawn me.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Beetlejuice74/characters/8145944
Tarvis looks back in semi suprise... "Your still here... Ok... Well i wasnt really asking you but now that youve join our conversation i must ask... Do draw and control power from your dark pack or does it draw and control..."
“So far it is just a feeling. It does feel like I can draw upon it if I have to, but it really has not surfaced as of yet. I do feel as though if I tried hard enough I could bend it to my will but I haven’t given in yet. It is a fine line how I would tap the power and still follow my paladin ways, but I’m confident I can do both when necessary.”
Tasras seems to be rather unmoved by the stories of the others, simply oreturning to the bar and ordering yet another mug of ale. He nursed this one istead of downing it as it seems they would be here for a while longer. "Is this what passes as tales of valor among those that dwell in cities? By the gods how do any pf you hope to join your ancestors in the glorious afterlife!?" This time acter he finishes speaking he downs his ale once more.
"From the time I was old enough to hold a dagger I was taught to hunt, track, fight, and kill. My tribe was small so we learned from the wolf and always moved in hunting groups. The strongest amognst us were as the lone wolves as they were able to do by themselves what would normally take two to three of us. I was one of these great few as my father and his father's and his father. For each act of glory we do a makring his given to show this. For my young ge you can easily see I have many." He held his arms forward to show this, some of the tattoos having strange writings while others showed clear if crudely made depictions of a horned person impaling a bear with a spear or another of the same figure shooting a large wolf with a bow. The most expansive one was one that began on his shoulder and ended near his elbow, looking almost like a timeline of events.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
OOC: Characters roll their own checks, I have no clue what your modifiers are unless you provide me with a sheet.
The elf and his party find themselves in Symon Square, a small market set up amongst a few of the local's shacks. It is here where a variety of imported goods may be purchased, chiefly food and other provisions necessary for day-to-day living. In the center of the market is a gathering place of sorts, where people come together to discuss news from the surrounding areas and where adventurers congregate looking to form bands to head out into the Mire.
Shirin stares around in wonder at the swamp as a tiny boat pulls to the dock allowing him to hop off, tossing a few coins to the person who brought him here. Pausing to take out a thin band of cloth and tying it across his eyes, he could see but the band served its purpose. He started on a quick walk looking around at the city and all the people around him, he quickly found himself in the middle of a market place. Spending a few coins to get a nice warm snack to eat on as he wanders around. He was a average looking human, with long black hair and facial features from a distant land. His long robes were Eastern in nature and a very clean white, that showed it was well cared for.
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Dozaka had been to Symon Square a few times before. She looks around, silently wondering if she would see anyone familiar.
After Tasras enlightening little story... Travis in a small amount of anoiance turns to him saying... "Look your no longer in your regional tribal primate climate... We dont all learn by killing and watching nature... Some of us try to enjoy life... Earlier i was trying to make an olive branch... But now... Listen up if your not gonna stop bemoning the fact that we are not all headstrong fools like you... That we want to pick up a quest for extra money on the way... Then you can go as you say... Be one of the greats... A lone wolf and leave us in semi peace..."
Thus saying Tarvis looks for a quest board... If there are none than looks for a merchant or herbalist type of person.
Beetlejuice wanders around the market a bit, already have his weapons and armor, some rations and basic equipment for the journey, he joins Travis in looking for a quest board.